# 1262
Chapter 1263: Scouting Ahead
Seeing Tyr leave, No. 22 also breathed a sigh of relief and leaned closer to Lin Qiye, smiling:
"As expected of you, Myles—you got him to let us go so quickly. Though…"
He paused, glancing at the sword wound on his shoulder, brow furrowing slightly. "This wound is indeed a problem. Tyr's sword remembers the scent of our blood. No matter where we run, he'll track us down… Too bad, if only the Holy Grail was here. With one wish, tricks like this could be dealt with easily."
Lin Qiye's expression remained impassive as he spoke:
"Take things one step at a time. Being able to temporarily escape the cage is already a good start. Besides, with Bifröst broken, all of Asgard is completely sealed off. Even without this wound, we couldn't escape anyway."
"Then what do we do next?"
"There's no way around it—we'll have to take it one step at a time." Lin Qiye said calmly, "Although we can't get out, there's no threat to our lives here. We just need to wait a while longer… perhaps there will be a turning point."
No. 22 nodded silently.
"By the way, what was the deal with No. 27? Why did he appear in Asgard? Is he actually a god too?" No. 22 recalled how No. 27 had instantly killed Loki and asked with confusion.
"I don't know what he is either, but for now, it's best not to reveal that we know him. Otherwise, there will be even more suspicion cast upon us."
"…Right, that makes sense."
The two walked along the road in front of the temple for a while, neither speaking. Now that they could move about freely outside the cage, both of their minds were churning with thoughts.
Finally, Lin Qiye spoke first:
"Go rest and heal your wound. I'll look around."
No. 22 was silent for a moment before nodding. "Alright, I'll take my leave first."
The two smiled and bid each other farewell. Then Lin Qiye walked straight ahead along Asgard's main road.
Watching Lin Qiye's figure recede into the distance, No. 22's eyes narrowed slightly.
"Trying to shake me off… Hmph, I want to see what schemes you're hiding."
No. 22 was very clear in his own mind that although the two were outwardly courteous, both secretly wished the other dead. It had been the same when they were in the underworld—Lin Qiye's actions proved as much. But the difference was that Lin Qiye could directly find an opportunity to kill No. 22 and protect his secret, while No. 22 had to first rely on Lin Qiye to leave Asgard before he could figure out how to kill him.
Without Lin Qiye, No. 22 alone trying to escape Asgard would be harder than ascending to heaven.
From their current predicament, No. 22 was already firmly outmatched by Lin Qiye. If he continued to let Lin Qiye gain more initiative, he would be completely at his mercy.
No. 22 snapped off one of his own fingers and flicked it. The bloody fingertip quickly writhed into a ball of flesh, splitting into several bean-sized insects that chased after Lin Qiye…
Lin Qiye walked along the roads of Asgard without drawing too much attention.
Asgard wasn't only home to gods. To be more precise, the number of gods in this divine realm was quite small. What filled this place most were the maid-servants and guards attending to the various gods. Much like the ancient dynasties of Great Xia, the number of royal family members actually living within the palace was few—the most numerous were the maid-servants, eunuchs, and guards serving these nobles…
Lin Qiye looked around. On both sides of the road, many maid-servants in sheer robes hurried past. Their cultivation levels were not high—mostly around the River Realm—with some carrying gorgeous divine garments in their arms, others with sweet fruit baskets on their arms. They appeared extremely busy.
Meanwhile, the guards of the Norse war division riding swiftly past on warhorses were mostly at the Infinity or Klein level.
There were also humans like Lin Qiye who clearly came from the outside world, though their numbers were few. All wore expressions of wanting nothing to do with others. If Lin Qiye had to guess, they were the agents of Asgard's gods.
"Hm?"
Lin Qiye's gaze sharpened, as if sensing something. He glanced over his shoulder from the corner of his eye.
Someone was watching him?
Without动用精神力感知, the feeling of being watched made Lin Qiye instinctively uncomfortable. After some hesitation, he carefully spread his spiritual power outward, searching his surroundings without alerting any gods.
Finally, several small balls of flesh appeared within his perception.
No. 22… This guy really was persistent.
Lin Qiye snorted coldly in his heart.
He pretended not to notice and continued with his hands in his pockets, walking forward along the main road. He turned corners at times, stopped to look around at others, observed things with apparent curiosity—as if he were truly a aimless tourist.
"Is he really just wandering?" Through those several small balls of flesh, No. 22 clearly watched this scene unfold and thought with doubt.
He, of course, had no idea that in Lin Qiye's mind, every street he passed through was being cross-referenced and overlaid with the map from his memory.
He was planning his route of action.
From Thor's temple, to the Miracle Plaza, and then to Bifröst.
In his mind, he constantly simulated how, after obtaining the Holy Rainbow Sword, he could rush from any corner of Asgard to Bifröst at the fastest speed. Where might he encounter enemies? What terrain might work to his advantage? Which places were dead ends.
Although he didn't yet have a concrete plan—stealing, deceiving, or taking by force—whatever the method to obtain the Holy Rainbow Sword, he had to prepare for the worst-case scenario.
There was also a crucial reason: he had to find the Dungeon where Jinian was located.
Lin Qiye passed through two streets in succession and slowly stopped before a dark, gloomy temple. More than twenty Norse war division members, clad in black armor and standing seven to eight meters tall, stood guard outside the temple like tall stone statues, their expressions stern and grim.
Lin Qiye's gaze swept over the seamlessly joined giant doors behind them. He calmly stepped forward and continued walking into the distance.
His brow furrowed slightly.
How, with Tyr's sword tracking them, could he avoid the Norse war division and infiltrate the Dungeon? That was a major problem.
Moreover, the map only marked the Dungeon's location; it didn't show the internal layout. With the Norse war division guarding the place, Lin Qiye didn't dare recklessly use spiritual power to probe from below. How to find Jinian's location was also a difficult problem.
While contemplating, Lin Qiye walked along the road and eventually arrived at a vast, magnificent plaza. Clean white stone bricks paved the ground, and despite countless feet passing over them, they remained dust-free—holy and mysterious.
Lin Qiye looked up. At the center of the plaza, a small black mountain rose imposingly. Getting closer, Lin Qiye could barely make out that this was a statue.
The surface of this statue was covered with black cloth, completely concealing the statue's face.
Lin Qiye swept the statue with his spiritual power, and a look of surprise appeared in his eyes.
This was the statue of the former Norse King of Gods—Odin.